Had you my cause of blatant reduction, soaring beyond and I have fairly missed as it were our rearrange, two strangers by afar, have undone breadth, to comprehend you arose feeling recycled. Words of recourse are deemed to dwell, for fractures apply in depth alone, a dissolve, under our vain, to patter away my cargo. Deem the Sun in deposit with every broken wish, and dream of ash or colour, to reel a contestable pause, seed to rebirth our moonlit roses, of colourful ash, my skies warming, see me play, soaring beyond mettle, and deliver with hue in a fracture to re-use.

2020 Adam Blewett ©